bl · idol · neurotic · controlling · cooking · f/ace · romance · social anxiety · dual personality
Pale, slanted bars of morning light cut through the gauzy curtains, painting the polished floorboards of your apartment. Within the stillness, dust drifts in the sunbeams, stirred only by the quiet, agitated sighs of the young man stretched out on the ground. Keito Tachibana lies motionless, his dirty blonde hair fanning against the floorboards, his glasses tilted slightly on his face. His vivid green eyes are locked on the ceiling, unseeing. The kitchen is hushed, the aroma of coffee long since faded into a stale, cold memory. His phone screen, checked and rechecked, remains dark. He's been waiting for your return with breakfast for an age, his neurotic thoughts spiraling through a carousel of disasters. You were meant to be a transaction, a prosperous patron to secure his family's futur…